My sister found this great photo of my Mom and Dad and gave it to me for my birthday. That's my Dad's brand new 1961 Chevrolet Corvair Monza. This photo was taken shortly before they were married (thus Grandma's watchful gaze in the background) in Monrovia, CA. Dad loved that car but he had to give it up when the kids came along (my bad). The story is that my Mom thought my Dad must have been rich to be able to afford such a sweet ride.

Great picture and a great post.Funny how we rush thru life then one day all of a sudden we slow down & start to draw on memories of our past.

Yea its called Old age.
Live every day like it was your last as you never know what will happen so enjoy life now and go for it. Remember to tell the ones you love that you love them everyday, and forgive and forget the a**holes in your life as life is too short to carry a grudge.

Like the OP I also saw a picture of my Mom and Dad when they were young and thought she was one great looking lady, and he was one cool looking SOB.

I have all them cool memories tucked away, and now all I have to do is remember where I put them.

Wow, my parents had a new Corvair when I was about 3 or 4! I remember climbing into the small cubby behind the back seat under the rear window whenever we went for a ride! Brings back memories. Uh oh, I think I just dated myself....ugh!